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At the same time, Dominic and Hendrix growl and fill me as deeply as they can. Warmth fills me and my mind blanks.

The last thing I’m aware of, unable to open my eyes as Wolfe gently pulls his softening length from my mouth, is a feeling of safety. I embrace it and allow myself to fall to sleep in a way I haven’t been able to in a long time. The anxiety I’m used to experiencing is unable to touch this moment with them. They’ll keep it at bay.

They’ll keep me safe.

CHAPTER 9

WOLFE

The rumors about some drugs being dealt in Volkov territory has me out on the streets today. I could be with looking after our woman, which is what Hendrix is doing, but instead I’m looking for pieces of shit. It would be great if the guys I’m looking for knew the shit mood I’m in and stopped their bullshit, but I know I won’t be that lucky.

I guess it could be worse, I could be checking out warehouses like Dominic is doing. That job is like searching for a needle in a rust covered haystack, but considering we know how Morozov operated by hiding in plain sight and using warehouses, it’s a good place to keep an eye on.

The only good thing is that I was given some damn good intel. I’m at the second spot where the deals have been reported with my eyes on a man who screams shifty. I think even the most inept cop could spot this guy from a mile away and know he’s up to no good.

Instead of calling them, which would be amazing if I could, I’m going to have to deal with them since it’s related to the threat against Kirill and his crew. Which means it’s a threat against Baker. I’ll be damned to leave my blood brother’s life in the hands of cops who are bound by red tape and the legal system.No fucking thank you.

I slip from the truck that I’m driving about half a block from the dealer. He’s so intently watching the street for people to peddle his poison to that he has no idea I have him in my sights. What a fucking idiot.

The fact that he’s been telling his customers that he’s one of Volkov’s men has me seeing red. My footsteps are silent as I come up on him. It’s not the best idea I’ve ever had to pick this idiot up in the middle of the day, but the people in this part of town who would care don’t want this shit on their streets. They won’t go to the cops.

The closer I get to this guy, the harder it is not to laugh. I’m at least double his size and I’m not only talking about height. He looks like he could be knocked over by a stiff wind and that is being generous. Taking him out and to Volkov’s interrogation room is going to be a breeze.

I pull my knife and tuck it against my forearm, before throwing my arm around the idiot’s shoulders, the knife pressing against his throat. “You’re going to walk with me and not say a fucking thing. I have some questions for you, ones you’ll be answering.”

False bravado makes him puff up his chest even though it’s more adorable than menacing. “I’m not telling you shit,” he insists, trying to sound hard.

I chuckle and shake my head as I lead him back to my truck. “You don’t understand,” my tone is placating, like I’m speaking to a wayward child. “You’re not really going to have a choice in telling me everything I want to know. You won’t be able to help yourself,” I taunt him.

“Fuck you,” he grunts.

I press the knife against his neck harder letting it dig in, a small sliver of satisfaction hitting me when a rivulet of blood slides down his neck and stains the collar of his ratty as fuck t-shirt. The way he stiffens tells me that it must sting like a bitch. Good. I’m just getting started.

He goes quiet, which is just fine as far as I’m concerned. He doesn’t need to talk right now. It’s probably for the best because his bullshit has less of a chance of pissing me off further if he keeps it to himself.

When we get to my truck, I open the back door to the cab to get him into the second seat. Before I force him inside, I grab some zip ties. Once he’s secured, I push him inside and then make sure he can’t try anything funny by using the ties and locking his hands down. Yeah, I’m not going to be surprised by this little shit.

“I was just doing my fucking job, man,” he tries to reason with me.

My lip curls back in a snarl. “I’m not letting you go. You’ll tell me what you know. I don’t give a fuck if it was a job to you, it’s a shit one and you’ve been tarnishing Volkov’s name in the process of your little job,” I sneer the last word to let him know just what I think about his employment.

The way he pales has me grinning from ear to ear as I slam the door closed. I whistle a little tune as I walk around the truck and get in. Now, one might think that I rush away from the scene of my little abduction, but that’s not my style. No, that’s the kind of shit that has people paying attention to you and wondering what you’ve been up to.

I sit in place for a few minutes and watch. There’s still no one around and the traffic is minimal at best. It’s kind of a shamebecause this neighborhood could be thriving, but the people who live here are struggling. They work their asses off, and not a job like this fuckface in the back has, but they can’t get ahead.

It’s fucked up.

Especially when you have assholes like Mikhail and his minions who increase the crime in these areas and prey on people who are just trying to live. The cycle continues when kids get involved, and there’s no way that this guy hasn’t been selling to kids; I don’t even have to ask to know the truth.

When we get to Volkov’s building that he uses for the more grey areas of his business on the edge of the warehouse district, I’m struck by the huge brick building. Most of it is used for storage, but it’s what is in the basement that I’m after.

Once the large bay doors are opened and I drive in, it only takes me a few minutes to drag the little cockroach down to the perfect torture room. Not only is it soundproofed, but it’s fully stocked and set-up to be cleaned up easily.

Yup, perfect.

I don’t necessarily enjoy torturing someone, but I’ll be making an exception for this guy. While I’d normally call in Dominic and Hendrix to be here with me, they’re busy doing their tasks and I don’t need their help. It’s obvious that he’s going to break without any issue.

The way he’s sniveling is proof enough. I’m a little surprised he hasn’t pissed himself yet, but I have no doubt that it’ll happen soon.

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